HIX. Now shall my inward Joys arise

1 Now shall my inward Joys arise,
and burst into a Song;
Almighty Love inspires my Heart,
and Pleasure tunes my Tongue.
2 God on his thirsty Sion-Hill
some Mercy-Drops has thrown,
And solemn Oaths has bound his Love
to show'r Salvation down.

3 Why do we then indulge our Fears,
Suspicions and Complaints?
Is He a God, and shall his Grace
grow weary of his Saints?
4 Can a kind Woman e'er forget
The Infant of her Womb,
Among a thousand tender Thoughts
her Suckling have no room?